Out with the Old, In with the New – Abu Dhabi’s Old Souk
“We do not give up on the places we love just because we are physically detached from them.”
– Elif Shafak
I pull the throw over my legs, before I cradle a steaming cup of coffee with both hands. Although spring has arrived in Portugal and the weather is warming up, the mornings still beg for extra warmth over my legs. In these quiet moments between sleep and chores, I indulge in the luxury of allowing my thoughts to travel back to the place where I’ve spent nine years of my life before moving to Portugal, and which will always be part of who I am.
I remember the moment I bought this throw. My niece came to visit us in December 2019 and I took her to the Qasr al Hosn Festival to experience Emirati culture. From there it was a short walk to the World Trade Centre and Souk, where I thought she would be able to pick up some souvenirs. We strolled through an empty Old Souk, where shopkeepers only stirred to life at the sound of our voices. We browsed and engaged in friendly banter, as we stolled from shop to shop. The merchandise mostly repeated themselves, but there was a good variety to make for a pleasurable shopping experience. I’m not keen on haggling, but after a lengthy conversation with a young Pakistani man who recently moved to the city, I bought the throw that regularly brings back memories of a place I, for so many years, called home.

The word souk (souq) always conjures up exotic images in my mind. Filled with the movement, colour, smells and sounds these images belong to a scene plucked straight from one of the tales of A Thousand and One Nights. Perhaps the original central market, built in the 1970s and survived until 2005 came a bit closer to the scene of my imagination than the current sterile space designed by Foster & Partners that houses the shop where I bought the throw. The description on their website creates yet another fantasy:
‘Abu Dhabi’s Central Market is one of the oldest sites in the city. Inspired by the traditional architecture of the Gulf this scheme aims to reinvent the market place, giving the city a new civic heart. By offering an alternative to the globalised one-size-fits-all shopping mall it offers a distinctive modern interpretation of the regional vernacular. As a shopping experience it combines luxury goods boutiques with food markets and craft-based trades. Like the traditional souk, these different experiences are brought together in an interior architecture of dappled sunlight, bright colours and fountains, with a changing rhythm of squares, courtyards and alley ways.’
At the time oil was discovered in the Emirate of Abu Dhabi the only building not made from palm leaves was Qasr al Hosn (Al Hosn Fort), where the ruler and his family lived. The city as it exists today is a reflection of the constant reinvention of the ideals of the people who hold the power to replace what is unsuitable and old with something new and shiny.
The original market (souk) was created in 1972 by the Egyptian townplanner, Abd al Rahman. Also referred to at the time as the Abu Dhabi bazaar the souk was an attempt to help settle the city’s nomadic population into an urban environment, and each tribe was given a quota for shop space within the market by the ruler Sheikh Zayed.
It covered roughly 50,000 square metres and followed the same grid pattern in which the city was laid out. A variety of items were sold from the more or less 700 shops that made up the market. Not only was this the place to shop, but it also drew tourists and travel writers, while the outer edges provided a place for low-income expatriates where they could socialise.
Johnathan Raban describes it in his 1979 book Arabia – Through the Looking Glass, as follows: “The old market had been torn down long ago and in its place there was a shopping precinct of purple concrete . . . It had lost all the intricacy of a real souk . . . its architect . . . had created a rectangular grid which took its inspiration not from the labyrinth but from the squared pages of arithmetic exercise books. The only good thing that one could say for it as a piece of building was that the concrete was riddled with cracks and it looked as if a few more years of use would turn the place into a cheerful purple ruin.
Instinctive habits are, mercifully, much more powerful than bad architecture; and the residents of the souk were simply ignoring all the architect’s designs on them. They had set up stalls in the walkways and constructed their own labyrinth in spaces which had been meant as routes of access. There were no straight lines to walk down; one had to zigzag through a maze of one-man businesses which were conducted from upturned paking-cases under torn umbrellas. There were repairers of sandals and transitor radios, tailors sitting cross-legged in front of ancient Singer sewing machines, hawkers of clockwork junk and plastic carpets. Men on prayer mats were bent due west to Mecca, reliable in their way as compass needles; and under one umbrella an old man with a mouthful of gold teeth was crouched over the Koran.”
In the 1990s the market was surrounded by high-rise buildings, creating a sharp contrast between the old and new, even when the old market was a mere 20 years old. The chaotic appearance of the market with its many small informal shops did not fit in with the image officials were trying to project of the city, and so it had to go.
In 2002 authorities decided it was time to build a new market. The project was to keep the original layout and was awarded to the Arab Engineering Bureau, with their Abu Dhabi branch, the Al Arabi Engineering Bureau to carry out the design and supervision work. A municipality official at the time said that an attempt would be made to ‘restore life to the heart of Abu Dhabi and resurrect old memories that are being obliterated by rapid changes and modernity’.
But the initial plans were scrapped shortly after, and a competition was held for a larger scheme. Award winning Jordanian architect Rasem Badran’s design, consisting of a five-storey building with an inward oriented three-storey structure, won. This project was in line with Abu Dhabi’s image of being conservative, slow to develop and an avoidance of commercialisation, which stood in stark contrast with Dubai’s approach to development, but once again the project was put on hold.
This time until the city embarked on a new phase of urbanisation after the death of Sheikh Zayed on 2 November 2004. During this time many well-known landmarks, including the GCC roundabout, the Volcano fountain and clock tower, were demolished. The government owned AL DAR replaced the municipality as the principal developer of the central market. The previous plans were cancelled, the design was reworked, and shopkeepers were served eviction notices. The whole project was made even more urgent when a fire destroyed part of the market. Demolition took place on 2 March 2005, and just like that a part of Abu Dhabi’s tentative history came to an abrupt end.
Rasem Badran was replaced by star architect Norman Foster in 2006, and the once modest project turned into a Dh1.3 billion design including a hotel, luxury shops, apartments, restaurants, offices and a traditional market. The World Trade Centre and Central Souk, completed in 2014, now stands where the old market once bustled with a different kind of life.
Resource:
# The Evolving Arab City – Tradition, Modernity & Urban Development edited by Yasser Elsheshtawy
Chapter 10: Cities of Sand and Fog: Abu Dhabi’s Global Ambitions – Yasser Elsheshtawy
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Great post Jolandi, wonderful post! This was a lovely read and I will definitely follow your blog about Portugal
Thank you, Maya. Wishing you well and fun in your own blogging adventures.
Your welcome Jolandi. Thank you so much
Portugal’s weather sounds a lot like California’s, at least in the Central Valley: chilly mornings, warm afternoons. Glad the throw keeps you warm and your memories bright!
(And now I want to visit Abu Dhabi. My bucket list keeps getting longer. Hopefully the pandemic will start getting shorter!)
That’s the one thing I don’t like about following travel blogs – there is alway one more destination to add to an already extensive wish list. On the other hand, it does allow me to travel to places without leaving my armchair. 😉
I’m doing my best to become more minimalistic in my approach to life, so I like it when objects that I use on a daily basis invoke meaning and special memories.
Beautiful writing as always and I’ve signed up for your Portugal blog 🙂
Thank you, Kay. I just received an email notification of your subscription. I hope you enjoy my musings over there. Life in Portugal is so different from my life in the UAE.
I look forward to reading about it 🙂
The touch of tangible objects does bring memories back strongly. That is why I have too many objects in the house.
A house filled with memories. I like that.
Buying the right kind of souvenirs will certainly keep our memories of a place last longer. And renovating/upgrading an old structure/compound in sensible manners will definitely add to the appeal and charm of a place. I googled the Norman Foster-designed souk, and it looks pretty impressive.
That is so true, Bama.
Yes, the design is quite impressive, but it sadly has the same feel as that of a mall anywhere in the world.
I share your sensory idea of the word “souk.” It just sounds so much more exotic and unique than a plain old “market!” I also know the feeling of bringing a piece of a place home (or away) with me, and I’m glad your throw can take you back to your former home anytime you pull it out.
Perhaps that is why I always enjoy books more than movies, Lex, as I can add more sensory details than the real world can. 🙂 I really do love it when objects can stir up memories, and I find that I tend to buy what I need these days with that thought in mind.
When I think of a souk I think of clamour and cajoling and bartering – something like I imagine must still exist in Morocco, which is a tour I had to abandon a few years back. You may also recall we had to abandon our plans for Abu Dhabi in 2014 due to a family thing causing us to curtail our travel plans.
But your post has reminded me of the first time I saw Dubai – or rather the air traffic control tower – looming out of the desert in 1978 on my way from Sydney to London. We alighted the aircraft from the rolling steps at the front of the aircraft and followed female armed guards into the terminal. Women in full-face burqas trailed their husbands as they walked around. To my untrained eye it looked as if they were bumping into everything in their path. I was 22 and on my first adventure out of Australia. I was like a sponge. When I went to the bathroom, the females in military uniform were stretched out on newspaper under the washbasins grabbing a nap. Their job, as much as I could understand, was to frisk us if such a thing became necessary. I was sad and outraged that better facilities were not provided for them, but at the same time, was slightly afraid of them. They were scary authoritarians!
This part of the world has changed so much, and as you allude to, is under pressure to conform to western expectations of what constitutes civilised society. But I know, in my years working in the rice industry, that the Arab customs of gentility and welcome could teach us much.
So it is kind of sad to read that their souks may be having to move with the times. On a strong day, I think I could hold my own with those wily traders 🙂
Yes, your image of a souk lines up perfectly with the one the word invokes in my imagination, Gwen. I hope they still exist in Morocco, as that is very close to the top of my bucket list. Like I’ve warned Michael – a trip there will involve a lot of shopping. 🙂 Well, I still want to be more minimalistic, but I also have a list of decor items I absolutely ‘need’ for the house that I plan to get there. Well, I can dream.
I do remember that you had to change your travel plans and couldn’t visit Abu Dhabi, as I was really looking forward to meeting you in person. I still hang on to that hope, but I guess it will be somewhere else in the world.
Your story about your experience at the Dubai airport in 1978 is such a fantastic snapshot of a time that now feels unreal, especially as one sees what the airport now looks like. If it wasn’t for the discovery of oil the UAE would perhaps never have become a country, and the poverty levels would most probably have been reminiscent of many African countries. It is a good example of what can happen both physically and culturally when money and leaders allign to create a better life for their citizens. This year the UAE is celebrating only its 50th anniversary. They have come so far in such a short period of time, it really is mindboggling.
Very evocative. You take us straight into the heart of the souk. Hope all going well in your part of Portugal.
Thank you, Georgina. I must say that I love the warmer weather and the beauty of Spring in Central Portugal. The green makes a lovely contrast to the browns of the desert, although I must admit that I am looking forward to summer, which will bring heat and drain away most of the current green in the landscape.
Sounds like you really like heat! I have to retreat inside when temperature reaches over 30.
After living for 9 years in the UAE my concept of heat and cold have changed dramatically. That said, temperatures around 28C is most probably the most pleasant. I do marvel at how adaptable we are as humans, so it will be interesting to see how I would change my perception of what is warm or cold.
Hi Jolandi glad to see your blog tonight! I do miss Abu Dhabi too come to think of it there are the other side of things I cannot do here in NZ that I can while there in NZ (mostly luxury things as it’s affordable there than here). Maybe someday we can come back once it’s really safe to do so. Stay safe too! Pls check my Youtube channel PinoySwiss abroad when you get the chance. TY
Hi Evelyn. I guess places always leave a small mark on us in the form of memories and sometimes even longings we carry with us. Stay well.
You can always whatsapp me it’s still active!
I find it sad if notions of what constitutes a modern society supplants what has organically grown over centuries. So much character is lost in the process.
I love owning things like your blanket which transport me back to an adventure or a time in another place. The changing of the souk’s architecture reminds me that while in China I too saw many of the old Hutong neighborhoods and street-food vendor stalls being demolished for modern structures as a bid to attract more western and American tourists whose first priority is an “efficiency” and “cleanliness” that aligns with their culture.
I guess that is often the down-side of welcoming tourists. Unless the ‘ugly’ parts of life is valued for some reason, I guess, like you point out, in many places it has to give way to what is deemed clean and pretty.
This really gives insight into the modern building nightmares but I enjoyed how all the sellers just made it go erratic again. I was always disappointed by the Istanbul markets. Think now any return to India would be the same as the air conditioned indoor mall reigns supreme. A good read taking me into those other worlds. Hoping you are warming up a bit and lots of rain. Our water has come back!
Thanks, Georgina. Glad to hear your water has come back. It is such a precious resource.